Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.